Friday Evening
By johnqpublic
At a favorite neighborhood coffee shop we sat at a corner table looking through each other's pages, the conversation laced with shades of awe Somewhere, deep in my hall of dreams she found a special page specially crafted for her A shy smile flitted across her face; & then it blossomed; a flush crept into her cheeks & then it bloomed & then the dialogue between us deepened beyond the mundane talk that goes on between neighbors who meet for coffee Little did she know the rainbow I'd painted on that page for her was burned into my heart by the beauty had shown me in her own sacred hall of dreams Late in the evening, we rose from our secluded nook, & walked away into cool night mist, going seperate ways I returned to the barren place where I make my home, content, just for this one night, that, in quiet unexpected way, my life of sorrow and frustration had been transfrormed. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 12:07 PM PST 10 • 0
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